Stronger (feat. Nikki Jean)

And they say...
 Opium to the ceiling
 All for the love of plugs, squealing 'ugh', healing
 No more Timberland turf
 You're too soft for this, award-winning awkwardness
 You walking off into the office with
 In the rims with friends and like state trials and Paypals
 In nondescript homes in Arizona
 In sub-divided neighbourhoods, with floors made of solid wood
 In roofs of clay tiles sits a couple million dollars
 Said I tried but the old me blew it
 Exactly how you knew I'd do it
 All my brothers, I would love to paint 'em Jewish
 Reinfiltrate the movement and assassinate the music
 Exaggerate the ass and face then masturbate to it
 The constituency brilliant but the candidates are stupid
 I'm too rude to ask for nudes
 But way too ruthless not to pursue it...
 (Maybe)
 Maybe you feel me when I...
 Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say)
 Whatever don't kill me
 Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day)
 to the horses, made her body porous
 Absorbing up the pork, made 'em enormous
 Fear of rape, made 'em informant
 Fully shroomed in the motel room waiting to torment
 Never trust a dope fiend with your hopes and dreams
 Let 'em play in museums with the dead bodies and broken things
 What happens when the sugar barons meet the coca kings
 And they beam it into space
 Seem to be in place
 At the parent teacher conference
 With hallucinations screaming in her face
 The cleaning lady crazy
 She say she got a demon in the safe
 But its eating through the back
 And soon be leaving through the gates
 The holla'er shouts, "Who's bright enough to pay a toddler
 That watch a ghoulish oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah?"
 Maybe a Phoenix-based multi-million dollar launderer
 Who fucked the cartels so bad, she attended court on the monitor
 (Maybe)
 Maybe you feel me when I...
 Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say)
 Whatever don't kill me
 Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day)
 Bad trippin' through the tenderloin
 Slimmer that a slot to enter coins to let a nigga join
 A figure skater like Michelle Kwan
 Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb ice
 Then hold onto it like the Elron device
 Then pass the audition
 To the poor hands sided in maelstrom's position
 Street sales in comparison pale to
 the Scottsdale bail bonds commission
 It's like trappin' out the pawn shop
 Gettin' close to the magic like the wrappin' on the wand box
 Third layer from the wave
 And grant absurd last prayers and first favours from the grave
 To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves
 Politics bring fevers
 To punish dealers
 Adjudicate the Johnsons and stop the ring leaders
 The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs
 Cook E in the family tree for steam fevers
 (Maybe)
 Maybe you feel me when I...
 Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say)
 Whatever don't kill me
 Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day)